The Collection

A Question, If I May?

A question, if I may?
In return I shall offer you my service.
What has driven this heart of mine to stop its song; to stop strumming?
What has caused its melodies to fall flat,
For its harmonies to become irrelevant?

I've asked this once but I must ask it again.
Where has this ominous silence come from?
It leaves for a couple of days,
allowing joyous conversation to walk in and then out of nowhere...returns.
Returns with a greeting smile
As if I had been expecting it?

What has caused its mind to be in two places at once?
Other witnesses has spotted this silence looming and loitering around its host.
With no cause or direction,
As if it were a compass without the earths gravity for its functionality.

Confusion strikes me down for what ever mission it has come to complete.
Truly it has accomplished this with valiant effort.
With the help of Jealousy,
They murder me on the spot
and for what price?
They catch me off guard and steal me away and bury my soul within my thoughts...
Never to be seen again.

My heart is confused because it sees your smile and wonders if it's direction is toward us.
Or it is looking through us;
Figuring out if it can get past us without us breaking in pieces.
We are mere roadblocks to this smile,
A couple of potholes that once were great roads but have slowly faded away...
I thought we owned the smile, did we not?
The heart that was attached,
I thought it had fallen for us...was i a fool to believe this dream or was it real?

The practicality of being a lamp in a darkened room has become irrelevant when the people that we provide light for has flicked the switch.
What use are we now?
What use are we now as this silence begins to grow and taunt us?
What use are we now if a smile that was once directed at us has changed its course?
Looks like we will have to find out won't we...

Allow me to give you my most humble appreciations. For that I shall, in return and as promised, give you my service.
Although my questions have not yet been answered within these texts,
I am certain that an answer shall arise through time.